My Beautiful Life Blog
I am a homosexual, and an atheist. I’m also white and male. Does that mean I have had the power and privilege to be who I am in my life, things that put me at odds with those in power? Atheists are immoral, sad, angry at God, and don’t believe in anything. Homosexuals are deviants, child molesters, and they caused AIDs. Whites are inherently racist as they occupy a cultural position of power in such a way that only they can be racist. Males have forever denigrated, objectified, enslaved, and raped the fairer sex (did I just say that?). Yet, I have done none of these things. I have nothing to apologize for in terms of my lack of color, or my genitalia. I have nothing to apologize for because I am an individual. I am not solely a homosexual, I am not solely an atheist, and it doesn’t matter if I’m white or male. I am an individual who’s approach and choices have shaped myself into a complex human creature.
The thing about this blog is that I imagined it as both a place for me to share my life, but also to share the beauty of my friend’s lives. So, in that vein, I’ll be inviting my friends to also write in this blog as well. This will include my husband Maus for now. When a different blogger posts an entry, for that single entry the sidebar’s will change. As well, it won’t post on my social media, it’ll post on their social media.
A selfish man would recognize the sources of his wealth, both from himself and others. In that recognition he will trade with the others for their contribution to his life. He will ask of them what their terms are, for without them nothing would’ve been made. Only a whimsical man would feign to act as if the ideas, the original rational thoughts of others, were his own. Materially, he would be shunned by the producers, by the selfish man for his second-handedness. His dishonesty would eventually ruin him.
I saw this one day when I was still working at StarBucks. Not actually working AT StarBucks. StarBucks is where I’d go to work. Talked to this guy named Roger often. Not a pleasant experience, the dirty old man. One of the baristas pointed this truck out to me, since of course they all know my name. Heehee.
My home town is Granby, CO. I grew up there. There was no book store, there was no video game store, and when I was little there were no coffee shops (that I was aware of). A lot of Grand County business is real estate, seasonal jobs, etc. I’ve been a city kid at heart since I was born, it just wasn’t my thing. That’s why eventually I moved to Fort Collins. I thought I’d post a few pictures that I took the yesterday when Maus and I walked around town waiting for the dinner to marinate. I’ll be sharing cool photos from around Fort Collins sometimes.
I had a juicer, just a plain small glass container with an orange juicing top. Pretty standard. But I came to hate it. Every time I juiced anything significant, like three grapefruits, or two orange, the pulp would get stuck in the slots and the juice wouldn’t drain through. I had to use a knife to scrape the slots every time I juiced a new fruit. Oh the horror! So I went on a quest for a cheap but good juicer.
When I first built my short lived fursuit Larry the Lab Rat, I wanted to have moving ears. So, I found this thing on the internet called NecoMimi ears. They’re ears that move according to your brainwaves. They were incredible. They operated by using a sensor on your temple and one hooked to your ear. The ears would move depending on your mood. Well, it kind of worked, either that or my brain is really jittery. However, it had some problems. I had to embed the thing into my rat head. Even though the head was close to my head it was difficult to get the device on. For one, it was hard to access the batteries, for another we had to make sure the ears were clear. However, I needed the batteries to be external to the head. I couldn’t change the batteries while it was in my head, and it would be easier if I could connect batteries externally. My half-brother Ian suggested I extend the battery life of the device if I was going to put the batteries on the outside. I discovered that if I add more batteries to the circuit, anywhere on the circuit, that would extend the life of the necomimi.
Toby Froud and others (Heather Henson) is making a new movie. This was kickstarted apparently. I remember The Labyrinth, but I only discovered it in my teens instead of as a child. Jareth the Goblin King was, well, a sexually confusing character. Either way, the thing I like about The Neverending Story, or others, is that the special effects are so much more ‘real’ than some of the CGI stuff today. Today, things look too beautiful, things look too semi-realistic.
So, I saw the above on my Facebook feed. At first I was like, “Yeah, wow, that is kind of bad.” But the more I looked at it, the more it bothered me. Maus finally helped me figure out what it was. Secondly, we shouldn’t be seen as the enemy is seen. WHY? They are aggressively tirading and recruiting and taking pictures like this (the right one) to glorify their hatred of and violent attitudes. Their hatred and attitudes are toward us, toward Western Civilization, toward everything we hold dear. In rhetoric, in media, we must defend the morality of proper western philosophy and civilization. The picture on the left is a defense, not an ugly sore.
I slept until 12:30 this morning/afternoon. I’m really trying to wake up at 8:30 everyday. It’s the damn couch. When I started working from home, and not at StarBucks all day, I was afraid something like this would happen. Then of course, I don’t make breakfast, I barely eat. I miss out on good hours I could be working. So, Maus and I sat down and we made a schedule for one day. Just one day. Not a week, just one day, Monday, so we could see if we could accomplish it. I think this is a good idea.